Run, Run, Run, As Fast As You Can

Captured

I didn't dwell on the oddity of the sight, I kept looking at the other two griffins, trying to figure out where she was hiding. 

She couldn't fly, she would have to be riding one of the griffins, but the only other person, that I could see, on a griffins was a little elf boy.

Maybe the dragon she rescued was big enough to give her a ride, my wolf thought, trying to beet down the feelings of despair that were creeping into my system.

"This is the griffin that Rosie took?" Chayton asked Sora, "He does not look so bad."

"Only Rosie and Kiza, the elf child, can actually ride him," Sora explained. 

The small bit of hope that I had at the idea that she was just riding a dragon was dashed an instant later. Three little dragons the size of eagles came crashing to the ground, letting out tired pants. None of them could have carried her. They couldn't have carried her if they all worked together. 

"How odd," Chayton commented, sounding perplexed. 

If I was being honest, their bodies and heads would look more like a dog if they didn't have the scales and spikes. Their tails looked like they belonged on a lizard, though, almost as thick as the body at the base and getting thinner at the end. Tiny little spikes were already running down the backs of the blue and black baby dragons and a set of horns, about three inches long, protruded from their heads. The smallest of the group, a little green one that was about half the size of her two companions, only  had horns, and they were only about an inch long.

These little creatures were the reason that Rosie left. 

"Rosie was riding the griffin when she pulled the elf boy on. I think she..."

"Where's my match?" I asked, interrupting the conversation Sora and Chayton were having. 

The black dragon stood up from the pile and walked over to me with his head hung low and most of his impressive wingspan dragging on the ground. He sniffled at my feet slowly, mournfully, before looking up at my face with wide, intelligent, red eyes. The little dragon rubbed his head against my leg and let out a small sad cry. 

After a minute, the other two dragons joined him, both with their heads hung low and their wings dragging on the ground. 

I looked up with horror, "Sora, where's my match? Where's Rosie?"

Sora just shook her head slowly, not telling me. 

What happened to her! I could feel my wolf starting to take more of my control, Where is my Rosie?

"We don't know," the little elf boy said sadly, "We don't know if she survived."

If she had taken us with her we could have saved her, my wolf cried. 

"What happened?" I asked trying to fight back my wolf's howl of pain and my own despair. 

'You have to calm down,' I told my wolf, 'We don't know anything yet.'

He whimpered and backed down a little bit. 

"We got out okay," he started slowly, "She got us into the back yard and called the griffin. We were a couple miles away when we realized that there was a dragon following us. Not one of those little guys, we brought them with, it was a big dragon following us. Rosie realized that the big dragon must have been working for the SMH, so she had all the little dragons crawl into a bag and told them to go to sleep so they wouldn't stay with her. After giving the bag to Princess Sora and telling her to fly, she flew us up. The dragon didn't pay attention to us. Rosie pulled out a pair of swords that she said Sora gave her earlier and, with them unsheathed, Rosie  jumped on the dragon's back. She told me that she would catch up later. I didn't know until afterward that there were only three griffins. I caught up with the princess. Last I saw, the dragon was flying away from  us after failing to get Rosie to let go."